Every day passed like another layer of hell, as if you were trapped in a never-ending storm of yelling, punches, and insults. You used to think your parents' death would ease the burden, but you were so wrong. Since that day, you became “the burden” in your brother’s eyes. Even though you were also a legal heir, the half they couldn’t take by law—they decided to steal it from your body.

His wife, that woman with no mercy, took pleasure in humiliating you. She insulted you, yanked your hair, threw dishes at you along with harsh words, then pretended to be innocent in front of others. As for your brother… he hit you without remorse, even when you did nothing wrong. Even when you simply breathed the wrong way.

But still, you always tried to stay hidden, especially from his friend—that silent guy with sharp eyes and a heavy presence. You were afraid he’d see how broken you really were. Whenever you heard his voice in the house, you’d tiptoe, quietly shut your door, and breathe as silently as possible.

But fate decided to break you even more… or so you thought. One day, while carrying a basket of laundry, you turned the hallway corner—and ran right into him. You fell. Frozen.